books.google.comhttps://books.google.com/books/about/A_New_Variorum_Edition_of_Shakespeare_Mu.html?id=fgQVAAAAYAAJ&utm_source=gb-gplus-shareA New Variorum Edition of Shakespeare: Much adoe about nothing. 1899

Page 45 - For occasion, as it is in the common verse, turneth a bald noddle, after she hath presented her locks in front, and no hold taken : or at least turneth the handle of the bottle first to be received, and after the belly, which is hard to clasp.

Page 48 - That skins the vice o' the top. Go to your bosom ; Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know That's like my brother's fault. If it confess A natural guiltiness, such as is his, Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue Against my brother's life. Ang.. She speaks, and 'tis Such sense that my sense breeds with it.

Page 40 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek ; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't : I have supp'd full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.